Gemotions

The listing's virtual tour was a sensory overload. Each room was a trigger. The images were moving, changing, and taunting. He had to stop it. He needed it to end.

His breath grew shallow. He felt a physical pressure on his chest, as if someone was sitting on him. He considered calling his therapist, but the thought of speaking the words aloud felt too exposing, too dangerous.

He tried to distract himself, but nothing worked. He found himself pacing his apartment, muttering to himself, his voice barely audible. He knew he was losing control.